Transplanting... probably most gardeners' favorite thing to do. After all, that's what gardening is all about, isn't it? We take those little seedlings that we have started from seed, and we transplant them... we set them out in their chosen place in the garden so they can add their beauty or provide their fruits.
And I love the fact that here in this part of the country I can find something to transplant just about any time of year. Even in the cold of late winter, I can transplant pansies or dianthus, as long as the ground isn't frozen. But when it comes to transplanting, it's not the pansies or the petunias or the peppers that come to mind. It is, and always will be, my dear friend Allison.
When the ground is completely covered in snow, and all of the trees stand starkly bare against the gray sky, everything appears to be lifeless. No growth is visible. No fruit is being produced. No flowers are filling the spaces with color and fragrance. There seems to be no point in the season. Everything is dormant... in a state of rest. Ah! There is the point in the season. A state of rest.
Devotional writings and plant photography for gardeners and plant lovers
During my times with dirty hands, I've learned many of my life's most memorable lessons. Weeding, dead-heading, pruning, mulching, planting; these are the times when I am most likely to hear that still, small voice revealing a simple, yet profound truth, always in an analogy of what I'm doing with the plants or the soil. Those truths have changed the way in which I live my life, the manner in which I relate to my family, the way I view the lives of others, and especially my relationship with God.
I hope to share some of my favorite stories, revelations, blessings, memories, and photos of my plants through this blog.
"But blessed is the man who trusts in the Lord, whose confidence is in Him. He will be like a tree planted by the water that sends its roots out by the stream. It does not fear when heat comes; it's leaves are always green. It has no worries in a year of drought and never fails to bear fruit." Jeremiah 17:7-8
And I love the fact that here in this part of the country I can find something to transplant just about any time of year. Even in the cold of late winter, I can transplant pansies or dianthus, as long as the ground isn't frozen. But when it comes to transplanting, it's not the pansies or the petunias or the peppers that come to mind. It is, and always will be, my dear friend Allison.
